A Second Chance at Forever ( Eleanor Shultz )
A Second Chance at Forever Chapter 490

Chapter 490

“Waiter?”

Pearce had no idea, looking at Eleanor.

Eleanor didn’t know either, shaking her head at him.

Just as they were both confused, Aidyn walked in with a shiny, handsome guy.

Pearce looked at the “waiter”, actually a male prostitute, swaying his hips and walking over, feeling utterly terrified: Oh my Go d!

He was so scared he tried to run, but the male prostitute pinned him down on the couch.

A mix of male and female perfume filled his nostrils, and Pearce almost threw up: “Get off me!”

The male prostitute not only didn’t let go but reached out to touch his handsome face: “Buddy, I’m all yours tonight, let me help you relax!”

“You…” Before Pearce could finish, he felt something cold on his cheek!

His eyes widened, and Pearce completely broke down!

“Oh my Go d! I’ve been tainted!”

A group of designers in the distance saw this and laughed so hard their shoulders shook: “Pearce, you’re such a lucky dog!”

Pearce, who was resisting with all his might, desperately struggling, thought: I want a woman, not a male prostitute!

Eleanor was seeing such a big scene for the first time, her big bright eyes staring at Pearce and the male prostitute struggling.

Just as she was getting fired up, a strong hand suddenly covered her eyes, and a warm touch came to her ear.

“Eleanor, come with me.”

Eleanor’s heart trembled, avoiding his touch and shaking her head.

“I haven’t started celebrating with them yet, it’s not good to leave like this, wait for me…”

Before she could finish, she was suddenly picked up by a man who lifted her from the couch.

Holding the woman in his arms, he faced the crowd: “I’ll cover tonight’s expenses, you guys have fun.”

With that, the man carried Eleanor and walked straight out of the room.

Pearce, pinned to the couch, looked desperate as he watched Eleanor’s retreating figure.

“Remember, you owe me!”

Eleanor heard Pearce’s voice and felt a little sympathetic, gently tugging on Bernard’s sleeve.

“He’s my teacher, don’t be like that to him…”

Bernard’s eyes dropped to Eleanor in his arms.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a joke.”

Eleanor sighed in relief and gently patted his arm.

“Then put me down.”

His face was pale, probably still in pain from a headache, yet he still had the strength to carry her.

The man didn’t say anything, just held her tightly in his arms, unwilling to let go.

Eleanor looked at the dim light in the hallway and the stubborn man in front of her.

“Bernard…”

“Hmm?”

He answered softly, his voice trembling as if enduring pain.

Eleanor’s hand on his shoulder unconsciously tightened: “Let’s go to the hospital now.”

Bernard’s face was pale, showing a faint smile: “I’ll go tomorrow, don’t worry.”

“No problem, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He always used such words to soothe her anxiety.

She looked up at the man’s razor-sharp face, pondering the question she had just asked:

Would she be sad if he was dead?

Would she?

Eleanor couldn’t replace the answer, so she just buried her face deep in his chest.

couldn’t

“Bernard, you have to take care of yourself.

He was so strong that no one could take him away, not even death itself.

“Alright…”

He answered her softly again, as if making a promise, giving her endless hope.